The scumbag has abused me thousands of times, but I treat the scumbag like my first love.
Until one day, maybe the scumbag is not a scumbag because I love him too pretentiously.
In the end, I chose to say goodbye to the scumbag and my past self.
In the past, there was nothing terrible about falling out of love or failure.
Because I decided,
In the future, be a brave, independent, confident and beautiful version of yourself!